

The news says that the internet has been shut down and I watch closely, trying to see if I recognize any of the refugees on the screen. I think of the people I came to know there and ask myself: Are they OK?

After days of silence, he replied:
“Most people you know in Mekelle are alright. The village is probably a war zone right now. I still paint sometimes.”


“Oh, it’s political nonsense,” Uncle Tesi had told me “These politicians just want power! So they fight and remove families from one another.”
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